Malevil
He walked on slowly, often paused
To scan the skyline self-remorsed
No sign of friend or enemy
No sound of fall or victory.

Partly undead with surplus life
Ashamed and wary to survive
The silence after the thunder-blast
The blindness, a dazzled world that passed
An age that passed.

He wasn't sure – the flash and all – maybe, maybe he should weep
To wash his new eyes of dust and doubt
He's heard the rumour –  this new light finds you in the deep
And turns your sight and voice   inside out.

Let me surrender before I'm dumb
Let me surrender before I'm won
I'm weary of waiting for the sting
Weary of suspecting everything.

He wasn't sure – the flash and all – maybe, maybe he should weep
To wash his new eyes of dust and doubt
He'd heard the rumour –  this new light finds you in the deep
And turns your sight and voice inside out.

And on the last green branch of history
Ripe with self-disdain and his to reap
The bitter-sweetest mystery
That he's only there to guard the keys
Till Keepers come to claim their own again.